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Mending Wounds Ch. 09

The drive back to the Summers Residence was quiet and tranquil. Buffy never uttered a single word since they left the restaurant. Angel was feeling extremely guilty, mostly because the scene Darla displayed at the restaurant. Angel hoped that this event wouldn’t change things between him and Buffy. While he was driving, he let his right hand find hers. She accepted the simple gesture. He let his fingers graze over her knuckles smoothly; soothing her and making her relax under his touch.

They made it to her parent’s home and stood in front of the porch. He held her closely, not wanting this simple intimate act between them fade away. Buffy loved the comfort of Angel’s strong arms holding and not wanting to let go. She looked up into his brown eyes and smiled. (more…)

Mending Wounds Ch. 08

Angel had arrived in front of The Summers residence. He was getting nervous like a teenage boy going out on his first date. He couldn’t believe the way he was reacting.

“Get a hold of yourself. She likes you. You have nothing to be afraid of. So just calm down and ring the door.” He rang the door and he heard the door open and a man appeared.

“Good Evening, Mr. Summers, is Buffy ready?”

“Sure hold on a minute.” Buffy heard the door and came downstairs staring right into the most thoughtful, beautiful brown eyes ever laid upon her. He had this small shy smile on his face that made him look so adorable. She had these butterflies building up in her stomach that she never felt with Riley, not even when she first met him. He was gazing at her and noticed the curves of her body in her blue dress. She was a lovely sight. The nerves that he had before entered her house were all gone the minute he laid his eyes on her. (more…)

Meeting Mr Romance Ch. 02

Friday night and where was I? Sitting behind my entertainment center staring at a mess of wires. While other available people were out partying and enjoying all the entertainment that Southern California had to offer; I was getting my hair pulled by a toddler who thought she knew how to brush hair, eating Chinese food take out, and trying to figure out how to rewire the TV-stereo connection.

“Why don’t you sound just right,” I asked the Bose stereo sitting on the shelf. I was hoping to sit down with my baby girl and watch a movie tonight, but as I was watching a different movie earlier in the day I noticed that the surround sound just wasn’t sounding quite right. So I decided I was to fiddle with the connections and find out what was wrong, not like I was planning to do anything else. Not like if some guy who had left a note on my nightstand this morning was actually going to show up. Oh please, I was probably just a momentary fling! I took a deep breath, took another floret from the box of Beef & Broccoli, and started looking at letters and following wires. (more…)

Meeting Josh Turner

Staci stood at the edge of the stage listening to the voice of the man she had been dreaming of for weeks singing all the songs she had only heard on the radio and on her CDs. She closed her eyes and took in the deep, mellow bass as it slid around her like a warm blanket. She let the screaming crowd around her vanish as she listened to nothing but the sound of Josh Turner’s voice.

When she opened her eyes again, he was standing right in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch. And that was just what she did, she reached out to him, hoping that he would notice her, acknowledge her, maybe even want her. She touched his leg and he looked right down at her, giving her a hint of a smile and a wink. She groaned inwardly, her panties getting damp beneath her short skirt. (more…)

Mellow Yellow Ch. 23

“Author”s note: I dedicate this story to Faye-Lynne, the Asian woman who inspired the character of Tina Yin.”

*Part 1: The Diagnosis*

Bill Gates was embarrassed to admit that he had a little “problem”. The “problem” was persistent. Indeed, Bill Gates had the “problem” all his life. He was especially embarrassed to have to confess the “problem” to this young, good-looking female Chinese psychiatrist. Here he was, a middle-aged captain of American industry trying to explain why he had come to the other side of the world for a “problem” he wouldn”t admit to a friend, never mind a foreign woman. (more…)

Meeting Ewan McGregor

“Well, welcome to Scotland. What brings you to the small town of Crieff?” the shopkeeper asked.

“I wanted to visit the birthplace of Ewan McGregor. I love him to bits. I just wanted to see his homeland. I love him to bits. I just wanted to see his homeland and so fat everything I’ve seen is absolutely beautiful,” Evelyn responded.

“Why thank you, and what part of America are you from?”

“Georgia.”

“Ahh, okay, and your name be?”

“Evelyn.”

“How pretty, I’m Clara and I hope you have a wonderful visit her and you’ll find the people here very pleasant.” (more…)

Master PC: Gaps In Time

“The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to JR Parz for his original idea and comments and with apologies to him for any lack of quality. Any of the story’s faults are my own.” (more…)

Masked In Rio Ch. 02

Okay, I had begun to think either my mind had started to blow a gasket, or someone was truly being mysterious and watching me. Since I know the first hadn’t happened yet, the second had to be the most probable explanation. Even though my eyes couldn’t see the face, I knew he or she watched me. Every morning for three days running, when I’d go for my morning swim, they’d be sitting on a Harley up on the road. Not doing anything, just watching as I emerged, naked except for the stunningly white hair on my head. A gift, or curse, of my past. (more…)

Masked In Rio Ch. 01

Rio. Just the name invites visions of half naked men and women, dark tropical nights near moonlight kissed beaches, and Carnival. For most people, anyway, it is a dream come true. A paradise to be reached for and eagerly embraced as the top most place to go for romance, erotic adventures, and to relax from the rigors of the modern day world. Most people, but not me.

A year ago, I was a premier female artist in California. Catherine Lavoux was the name on everyone’s lips when it came to working with charcoal and pastel chalks. That was before several things happened at once. My rich parents, fed up with what they thought was trivial nonsense, disowned me. My boyfriend decided he wanted something better. Better, to him, was a personal body slave to use as he wanted. His taste ran to leather and whips. Something I wasn’t into. A whispered story also had him leaving his former lovers with scars. (more…)

Manic Street Slash

Sean stumbled home from the Red Lion. He and Rhiann had another fight, and he had gone to nurse his wounds in drink. He leaned against the front door of the house he shared with his cousin, jabbing the key in the general direction of the lock. The door opened just as he had taken his fourth stab. James stood on the other side. Sean looked blearily at him.

“Well, well, well.” James smiled slightly.

“What?”

“Drinking under-age. Let me guess, Red Lion again?”

“So?”

“Just be glad I’m not Monty.” James reached out and grabbed Sean’s arm. “Now let’s get you upstairs before anyone wakes up.” He helped his cousin upstairs. Sean seemed unwilling to want to move. “Come on!” (more…)